Page 22 of Wanted
They’d have the most amazing night ever. They wouldn’t have to sleep in turns, afraid of getting robbed, and they would be warm and toasty. Knox threw the bedding to the mattress, then got the bed ready.
“Maybe I’m naive, but I’ve got a good feeling about this place,” he said, looking up at Liv. “If nothing crazy happens, we couldtake a few days to figure things out here. I don’t think they want an orgy.”
Liv grinned, kicking off his shoes as he rolled into the bed first. “You switch off the light,” he announced, amazed by how soft the mattress felt under his back after sleeping on cold metal floors in the freight trains. “Nah, I don’t think we’re their types.”
The room went dark, and Knox carefully gravitated back to their nest. “This is, like, a single bed. I’m thinking… maybe we could sleep ass to ass? Dick to dick would be weird,” he said and slid under the comforter, pushing Liv to the side, but neither of those suggestions made sense when they had such a small space to work with.
Liv grabbed Knox’s shoulder, settling behind him, and while the little office was warm, spooning another body provided more relief than Liv could have anticipated. It was like sinking into a pool of fresh yet fruity mallow cream, and right now that was exactly what he craved.
“Wow. You smell like strawberries and mint.”
Knox stiffened in Liv’s loose embrace, making him anticipate a pointless struggle when they could just hug and keep one another warm. But the protests never came.
“Gay shampoo,” Knox muttered sleepily.
Liv snorted as fatigue made him sink deeper into the mattress. He was floating on a warm cloud. With the only person who ever mattered to him.
“Everything here is gay, you dumbass.”
Knox chuckled. “You’re gay.”
“You’re gay,” Liv mumbled, inhaling the minty fragrance of Knox’s hair while he hugged him from behind. Their bodies were such a perfect fit for this.
“Watch how you talk to your boyfriend,” Knox said with laughter rumbling in his chest.
Liv hummed, already half-asleep. “Sorry, babe. I love you.”
Chapter 9
Knox
Knox felt as thoughhe was sleeping on a cloud. His pillow smelled of strawberries, he was warm, his belly full, and… someone hugged him. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting how comforting the thick arms felt around him, but who could they possibly belong to when he had no one else in the world but Liv—
But then Liv mumbled something, pulled him closer, and it became impossible to deny the reality of Liv’s morning wood pressing at his ass.
Blood drained from Knox’s head, leaving it empty. Liv’s boner was givinghimone by proxy, and that was fucking weird.
He cleared his throat, hoping to wake Liv up, but while his friend did move, it wasn’t to roll away but squeeze Knox’s pec.
Enough was enough.
“Liv. It’s not a titty,” he said, gently elbowing Liv to shoo him away.
Hot breath engulfed his nape like the softest of blankets, and the sturdy form behind him pressed closer as Liv tightened his hold on Knox. He even smacked his lips as if he were tasting the mouth of some pretty thing he was probably fucking in his dreams. All while Knox lay alongside him, a stand-in for the wet dream girl until his best friend realized what he’d been doing and recoiled so they could both laugh about it.
But when Liv rocked against him, a hot shiver went up Knox’s spine as if he were being poked by the devil’s pitchfork. Sure, it had been a few weeks since his last fuck with Amanda, but this didn’t feel right. And yet he was harder by the second, and more confused than he’d like to admit. His cheeks heated, his ears burned, and it was about time to put a stop to this idiocy.
“Liv! Wake the fuck up.” He shoved at his friend again, but when Liv pinched his nipple through the sweatshirt, a moan ripped out of his mouth instead of the next round of harsh words. He couldn’t stop it. Something about the heat and scent of Liv’s body, and Knox’s own arousal, made his skin unusually sensitive. As if every square inch of it was only waiting for more touch.
This wasn’t fucking normal.
Maybe he was dreaming too?
A nightmare of all nightmares that might end up staining his friendship with Liv forever.
And yet, when Liv’s hand traveled lower and rested over Knox’s dick, Knox did not stop him.
He swallowed, unable to move, as if he were in sleep paralysis. His breath shallowed when Liv’s warm aroma enveloped him like expensive silk. It was no news that Liv was a bit bigger than him. Everywhere. Yet right now, it felt like a revelation that held all of his attention.
